Colonel George Crook was a genuine Indian, the chief officer of the Arizona Military District, responsible for driving the local Indians to the reservation and teaching them the beauty of the civilized world with guns and cannons.

Ten years ago, however, when he was forced by President Grant to come to this hellish place, he was going crazy.

There are no flowers and rivers, no beauties and no tennis.

There are just endless deserts, scorching heat, elusive Indians, and waste-like armies.

He had spent years telling his officers how to prevent the Apache from cutting off their heads in the middle of the night, or how not to be cut into meat sauce by a group of men on horseback the next morning because they had drunk the day before.

He was not at all recognizable as a soldier from the outside, with a thick golden mustache and a messy beard on his chin, which he braided into pigtails and put in his clothes when he went out.

In the field, he rarely wore a military uniform.

At this time, he was riding on a horse, looking at the train gradually approaching in the distance.

"Sir, are they really going to attack this train? From what I know about Geronimo, he wouldn't have been so easily. The adjutant beside the colonel asked.

"I know him better than you do." The colonel replied, "The high priest that Astor bought from us is his teacher. ”

"But why don't we just use him as bait?"

"Would you take dozens of warriors with bows and arrows, backward rifles, and broadswords and spears to storm the barracks of hundreds of heavily armed Federation soldiers?" The Colonel was a little reluctant to answer this question, which could be understood in a flick of his mind, and he was so disappointed in his men.

Since Astor is willing to pay, let him be the bait.

As a high-ranking military officer, he never bought the accounts of the plutocracy in New York.

His original plan was to let the armed forces on the train drag down the Apaches, or kill them outright, and at most sweep the tail here with a thunderbolt.

The scouts in front had reported to him the attack, and not a single Apache had been found evacuating from the train.

They were still on the train, and nine times out of ten they were caught by the Pinkerton detectives.

His men gave the train an order to stop from afar.

The original driver was killed by the robbers, and the new driver was from Pinkerton.

The train slowed down and approached.

"Prepare for battle!" Colonel Crook said to the black cavalry behind him.

But when the train actually came to a slow stop in front of them, everyone was dumbfounded.

Only the front half of the train remained, while the back wagons stopped in the distance.

Dozens of horses galloped out of the carriage and headed into the distance.

……

Chen Jianqiu led everyone all the way back.

He wasn't going to try to challenge the hundreds of U.S. Army soldiers who were waiting for him to find a way to evacuate.

Ahead were carriages with their horses and luggage.

Jerónimo and Chen Jianqiu opened the door of the carriage from the top.

Like a golden light, a golden eagle flew straight out of the crack in the door and soared into the sky.

"What was that?" An Indian boy rubbed his eyes, as if he saw the totem of his own tribe.

"A stupid bird." Chen Jianqiu replied.

A group of people got into the carriage under the roof of the car, and the wounded and Loczen, who was still unconscious, were also picked up from below by the soldiers.

"Danny! Break the hook and pull the brake! Chen Jianqiu shouted at Danny and a few Apache boys at the connection.

"Hold on!"

The brakes tightened, the hook disengaged, and the men and horses in the carriage fell forward sharply, which was much more violent than the deceleration of the lukewarm water in front.

Chen Jianqiu watched the first half of the train go away, and thankfully, the derailment he feared did not materialize.

"Quick, get on the horse! We don't have much time. ”

Black Radish was already impatient to be locked up in this dark carriage, and he and Corn, the "children of freedom", couldn't stand this oppressive feeling at all.

Therefore, when the speed of the carriage slowed down, he rushed out with Chen Jianqiu.

Jeronimo and Asuka followed, followed by the Danny couple with the unconscious Lotzen.

The horses of the Apache warriors had stayed behind during the battle, and they could not keep up for a while, so they rode directly into the other horses in the carriage.

These horses actually belonged to the Pinkerton detectives, and among them, there was a purebred Arabian horse of Astor, who was now Geronimo's mount.

The improvised group quickly entered the wilderness, fleeing in the opposite direction to Crook.

The muscles in George Crook's face twitched, he never expected that the Pinkerton detectives, who were known for their elite ability, would be crushed in such a short period of time.

The hostages, horses, and guns were all robbed.

His vanguard cavalry had already set out and pursued the group.

If you can't catch Jeronimo this time, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future.

The horses galloped forward at full speed across the wilderness, dust and sand flying behind them.

"Chief, which direction are we heading now?" Chen Jianqiu looked back at the Apache chief behind him, he knew that in this land, if he wanted to get rid of the many Federation cavalry chasing his ass, only Jeronimo could do it.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd done it, and he was better at using the terrain than anyone else.

The chief did not speak, but silently rode the Arabian horse to the front of the group.

They soon entered a mountain hollow, then crossed a barren valley at the bottom, and finally made their way through a small inconspicuous mountain pass.

As the sky grew dark, the cavalry was long gone.

"This mountain is called Devil's Mountain, I came here five years ago, and if I am not familiar with it or no one leads the way, I can't get out for a while." Geronimo said.

It seems that these cavalrymen will be in the company of rattlesnakes and cacti tonight.

Now that the pursuers have been thrown off, the team naturally slowed down, and in this high-speed state, those wounded could not stand it.

Roczen had woken up, Teresa's treatment had been effective, and she was able to move after drinking water.

They came to the vicinity of a valley, where a group of Indians appeared on horseback, the Apache whom they had agreed to meet them.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet." Jerónimo looked at Chen Jianqiu and asked suddenly.

"My surname is Chen, just call me Chen."

"It's getting late, so if you don't mind, let's meet my clan together." The chief sent an invitation to Chen Jianqiu.

Of course, Chen Jianqiu would not forget the purpose of his trip, he still had a lot of things to ask the high priest, if what Astor said was true.

"Okay." He readily agreed, "I happen to be very interested in you, too." ”

A full moon hung over the wild sky.

Beneath the moon, a procession headed out into the depths of the wilderness.

Thank you for the monthly pass of the song that does not leave.,Thank you for your subscription and recommendation ticket.,I went to dinner in the evening.,The second is a little late.,Sorry.

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